After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 312: Declining the Invitation to Join the Archive, Imagery Pen Method

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Declining the Invitation to Join the Archive, Imagery Pen Method

There were quite a few people standing in the room, creating an atmosphere of utter silence for a moment.

The observation room was also quiet, with only a few audible gasps that were unmistakably noticeable due to the silence.

No one expected Mr. Zhang’s evaluation of the final two works to be like this.

One was completely crushed into the dust, and the other elevated to the same level as himself.

The gap was simply, a public execution!

Lu Sen didn’t feel upset anymore, and even thought the old man was kind enough to him; just look at this comparison!

He quietly turned his head to look in Jing Huai’s direction.

As expected, he saw a face that couldn’t hide the extreme embarrassment.

That handsome face adored by thousands of fans now looked as dark as the bottom of a pot. One wonders how those fans will feel when they see their idol like this once the show airs.

Actually, when he first saw the piece Jing Huai did for the show, he was puzzled.

He thought that since the other party could come on this show, if his calligraphy wasn’t good, then his painting must be outstanding, but just from this one piece, you could see how much he lagged behind others.

Among the four reproduced pieces of "Bibo Wanxiang", even setting aside the one Jiang Lingxi did that the old man particularly favored, there’s still a considerable gap even compared to Qian Yaya and Shen Huchen.

Even Qian Yaya and Shen Huchen’s works had many flaws pointed out by the old man.

Thinking about it, he suddenly understood why the old man didn’t want to critique Jing Huai’s work.

There were too many things wrong, making it impossible to offer guidance.

So, going back to the initial puzzle, what piece did Jing Huai submit to get selected for this show?

Lu Sen’s question was the same as the other guests, except for Jiang Lingxi.

Qian Yaya barely restrained herself from looking in Jing Huai’s direction, afraid that seeing him would completely shatter her fan filter.

After all, she had been a genuine fan for several years and didn’t want to accept this truth.

But the work on the wall couldn’t be ignored, as it was right in front of her. Her idol, proficient in both painting and calligraphy—she’d seen his calligraphy, and his painting, is this it?

What she painted three years ago was better than this!

Zhang Nachuan didn’t even glance at the shocked or embarrassed expressions of others, nor did he care that he was embarrassing an idol with nearly ten million young female fans. At his status and age, if he can’t speak freely, should he wait until he’s in an urn?

He continued speaking, "Now that the evaluations are complete, except for Jiang Lingxi, the rest are all unqualified in my view! Now step forward and take your works back. If you have the energy, after lunch draw another for me to see—I won’t force you if you don’t want to." With that, he stepped aside.

Qian Yaya was the first to step forward to take her work down. Before turning back to the lineup, she pursed her lips and looked at the old man sipping water slowly.

Zhang Nachuan noticed her gaze, raised his eyelids to meet her somewhat defiant eyes, and raised his graying eyebrows.

Qian Yaya stomped her foot lightly and walked away, having decided to draw another in the afternoon. It was the first time she had been reprimanded so harshly, and she wanted to reclaim some pride!

Lu Sen and others quickly retrieved their works, leaving only Jing Huai’s and Jiang Lingxi’s on the wall.

Feeling the urging gazes from around, Jing Huai suppressed the urge to turn and leave, stepping forward in silence, tearing his picture from the wall, and turning away.

The forceful action even caused one corner of the paper to tear.

Zhang Nachuan’s eyes turned cold at this; in his life, he hated people who didn’t cherish their paintings the most!

If this kid had kept calm after being criticized and had been willing to humbly learn from the others, Zhang would have had some level of respect for him.

But seeing his behavior now, it was clear he felt only embarrassment after the critique. With this mindset, there would be no further progress in his artistic path!

To ordinary people, it might seem passable, but to professional calligraphers and artists, it’s just a pile of garbage.

When Jiang Lingxi was about to retrieve her painting, she was stopped.

She looked at the person who stopped her, "Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Nachuan first smiled in a way that Lu Sen found terrifying, then spoke in a tone much kinder than before, "Teacher Jiang, why not leave your ’Bibo Wanxiang’ in my museum? My contemporary exhibition hall still has a lot of empty space."

Instantly, several fervent gazes converged on the straight figure standing before Mr. Zhang, as if trying to burn a hole through that slender silhouette with their eyes.

Even though it’s a private museum, not like the large public ones, in the eyes of the art community, the weight of this museum is not light at all.

Having a work collected by the museum owner is a great honor that goes without saying—a fact well understood by enthusiasts.

Nobody thought Jiang Lingxi would refuse an opportunity that merely required a nod to skyrocket her fame in the art world.

Until they heard: "Sorry, I have other plans for this piece, so I must decline Mr. Zhang’s kind offer."

These words, heard by all, left not only everyone in shock but even Zhang Nachuan himself, who hadn’t expected to be refused, couldn’t hide his astonishment at that moment.

He took a deep breath, "Do you know what kind of opportunity you’re missing?"

But these words had little effect on someone whose childhood dwelling had to become a museum, and whose childhood trinkets were carefully preserved for exhibition.

"Mr. Zhang, my mind is set."

"Alright," Zhang Nachuan’s voice was laced with disappointment, and he didn’t care about the rolling cameras beside him, "but you can still join us for lunch, right? There aren’t many people nowadays who know the Imagery Pen Method you used in this painting; let’s discuss it later?"

Before Jiang Lingxi could nod, Lu Sen’s surprised voice came from behind, "This painting uses the Imagery Pen Method?" As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward, shamelessly asking, "Can I join too?"

Lin Nuo watched Lu Sen walk over, hesitated, then locked eyes with his girlfriend outside the camera, who encouraged him with her gaze. Steeling himself, he also stepped forward, "I’m very curious about the Imagery Pen Method too; may I join?"

Qian Yaya and Shen Huchen exchanged a glance, and seeing the other step forward, both hurriedly quickened their pace.

"Count me in too!"

"Sister Jiang, I’m very interested as well."

Shen Huchen had just spoken when Qian Yaya rolled her eyes at him, for trying to get closer he even called her sister!

After rolling her eyes, Qian Yaya didn’t want to be outdone and sweetly called, "Sister Jiang." Being all girls, she boldly reached out and gently shook Jiang Lingxi’s arm.

Su Yi glanced at Jing Huai, still standing immobile, then at Qian Yaya who had quickly made herself at home, turned and quietly headed towards the latter.

She also wanted to get close to the beautiful and talented Sister Jiang!

Jiang Lingxi, suddenly surrounded: "..."

Zhang Nachuan, watching his planned quiet lunch quickly disrupted by a crowd of youngsters: "..."

At that moment, everyone silently forgot about the figure wearing a gray shirt in the shadows, enveloped by a gray pallor.

Jing Huai looked at that eye-catching celadon figure amid the crowd and distinctly tasted the metallic tang of blood!

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